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The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 581    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

ave Mark eight y

ered dust while his biotech startup,

ate into the nights, the glow o

budget, stretched every d

painful battle with cancer, holding her ha

who ever truly felt like family, became seed money for GenLif

a. So was our son, Ben. So were the Winthrops, my biological parent

the one mistakenly given to them at the hospi

equal. It didn't matter that I was the one who debugged his early algorithms, who understood

ctor had said. A bad case. I was supposed to be resting, but Ben needed picking

o voicemail. Again. And again. My chest tightened with each unanswe

ling through Instagram for any dist

ark was there, beaming. Ben was beside him, looking thrilled. The Wi

Cassandra's surprise promotio

orchestrated by Mr.

ating, while I was sick, alone, and franticall

e effort making me dizzy. I had

anger and a deeper, colder dread. I found them ea

rrible as I felt. Pale,

mile vanished. Annoyance

and impatient. "Don't make a s

small, disdainful smile playing on her

soften his gaze. "You s

on a perfect mask of concern. "Oh, Sarah, you poor thing! Y

hadn't call

the elaborate cake. "Mark and Ben designed th

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The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback
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“Eight years of my life, my brilliance, my family inheritance-all poured into Mark' s biotech startup, GenLife. I was the unsung architect, coding his prototypes late into the night, nursing his dying mother, while my own career gathered dust. When GenLife finally soared, Mark was captivated by Cassandra, his self-proclaimed muse and my own biological parents' golden child. Then, gravely ill with pneumonia and desperate, I tried to reach him to pick up our son, Ben. Instead of my husband, I found an Instagram story: Mark, Ben, and the Winthrops-my birth parents-toasting Cassandra' s lavish 'surprise promotion.' The centerpiece? A cake featuring my revolutionary molecule design, dismissed by Mark years ago as "too theoretical," now proudly presented as her intellectual triumph. Standing right there, in front of everyone, our son called Cassandra "Mommy" while his father looked on, unbothered. The raw betrayal, the audacity of parading my stolen work and my own child' s shifted affection, was a physical shock that cut through my fever. How could the man I loved, the family I sacrificed everything for, erase my existence so thoroughly, so publicly? They believed they had broken me, reduced me to nothing. But as I walked out of that opulent restaurant, leaving their celebration behind, a quiet, icy clarity settled in: a phoenix doesn't rise from ashes without first burning down the old world. This was my turning point. This was the moment I chose to reclaim my name, my work, and my future, on my own terms.”
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